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Deadly Distractions, A Stan Turner Mystery Vol V
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Copyright:  Aug 1, 2004
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Stan is called back from his Colorado vacation when his client is found standing over the dead body of an IRS agent--shotgun in hand.

After two tough years practicing law, Stan and his family take a well deserved vacation to Colorado. Unfortunately the vacation is cut short when a client is found standing over the body of a dead IRS agent. It appears to be an open and shut case since Dusty Thomas has had a long feud with the dead agent Bobby Tuttle, and more than enough motive to kill him, yet he claims to be innocent.

Stan's new partner Paula Waters convinces Stan to finish his vacation promising to handle Dusty Thomas' arraignment and get an investigation underway. While Stan is away, she makes good on her promise and even manages to arrange financing for Dusty's defense. But Stan is mortified when he reads in the Colorado papers that a radical paramilitary group, the Citizens Defense Alliance or CDA, is doing the funding.

Since the CDA denies the legitimacy of the federal income tax and has been a target of federal prosecutors for many years, Stan and Paula immediately come under the close scrutiny of the FBI and the press. To further complicate matters, Stan's best client and close friend, Tex Weller, is reported missing by his wife. When Stan investigates his disappearance he finds a letter that leads him to believe Tex is in Ecuador.

While Stan is searching for Tex in Ecuador, Paula continues her investigation of Bobby Tuttle's murder and quickly discovers a long list of enemies with motive to kill him. But her investigation is sidetracked when she learns Stan is missing and may have been kidnaped. As weeks go by and Stan isn't found, she is forced to turn her attention back to the Dusty Thomas case and leave the search for Stan up to the FBI and the local Ecuadorian authorities. Barely able to concentrate, she plods on day by day and soon becomes convinced that Dusty Thomas is innocent.
Excerpt
STANDOFF

Never call your office while you’re on vacation. That’s always been one of my hard and fast rules. Several ago I made the mistake of calling the office to make sure one last detail had been properly handled. When Jodie heard my voice she was panic-stricken. A client had called claiming we hadn’t filed an answer to a lawsuit and the plaintiff had taken a default judgment. It was untrue, the client had never contacted me about the suit, but the accusation was enough to spoil my vacation. Although we continued on our trip, I had this nagging knot in my stomach the entire time. When I got back from the trip and called the client in, he admitted he wasn’t sure he had sent the citation to me, but he thought he had!
Paula, my new partner, however, insisted before we left that I provide her with a written itinerary of our travels. I tried to explain to her that we didn’t plan our vacations in great detail and usually just wandered around at will. This bothered her so much, I finally agreed to call her every other day to make sure everything was okay. You would think having a partner to cover for you would make life easier, but so far that hadn’t been the case. Whereas I used to do as I pleased, now I had to consult with Paula before I made even the most trivial decision. It was like having two wives. But she had provided needed capital into the firm and claimed to be an astute business person, something the firm desperately needed, so I bit my tongue and patiently complied with her requests.
It was early afternoon on Friday, July 11, 1986. It was a comfortable seventy-eight degrees, twenty degrees cooler than it was when we left Dallas. We were five days into our long two week Colorado vacation, where we were staying in a cabin at Estes Park, Colorado. The kids and I had just returned from white water rafting down the Cache La Poudre River. It had been an awesome trip through some class II and III rapids, and we were all as high as the bald eagles we had seen circling above us all afternoon. Rebekah, who had opted to stay in the cabin and read the latest Daniel Steele novel, rushed outside when she heard our van pull up. She hadn’t been pleased with the idea of us going white water rafting, despite the guide's assurances that it was perfectly safe. The thought of her baby, Marcia—age eight—out there on the raging river, was particularly troublesome. Marcia, however, put up such a stink at the idea of staying back at the cabin that Rebekah finally shrugged and said she could go.
Rebekah was all smiles once everyone had been accounted for and appeared to have all their limbs.
“So, how was it?” she asked.
“It was so cool,” Reggi said.
“We almost capsized,” Mark said.
“No, we didn’t,” Reggi snickered.
Rebekah frowned. “You almost capsized?”
“Not really,” I interjected. “It got a little rough, but the guide knew what he was doing.”
Rebekah put her hands on her hips and shook her head. “You guys are crazy going out there on the river. You should have just gone fishing.”
“Don’t worry, we’re gonna do that, too,” I said with a wink.
Rebekah gave me a dirty look and then said, “Oh, Paula called. She said for you to call her just as soon as you got back.”
My heart sank as I feared my vacation was about to take a nosedive. “Can’t they leave me alone. All I want is two weeks of peace and quiet.”
“I know. I asked her if it couldn’t wait until you got back. She said that it was your call, but that she needed to brief you on what was coming down.”
“Wonderful,” I said, as we went inside the cabin. After grabbing a beer from the frig, I collapsed on the sofa. Marcia snuggled up next to me.
“This little girl is quite the sailor,” I said. “You should have seen her paddle.”
“Bull,” Mark said. “She splashed me every time she put her oar in the water.”
“I did not,” Marcia protested.
“Okay,” I said. “It didn’t much matter. We all got soaked anyway.”
Rebekah gave me a hard look.
“What?” I said.
“Aren’t you going to call Paula?”
I took a deep breath. “I’d rather not.”
She shook her head. “She said it was important.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll call her,” I said as I got up and went to the telephone. I dialed the number and waited.
“Law office,” Jodie, my secretary, said.
“Jodie, this is Stan.”
“Oh, thank God! Paula needs to talk to you.”
“What’s up?”
“Haven’t you seen the news?”
“No, we don’t have a TV up here.”
“It’s Dusty Thomas. They say he shot an IRS agent. They were trying to seize his pickup. They’re not sure if the agent’s gonna live. The FBI has him cornered in a barn. Martha wants you to go out there and talk some sense into him. She’s afraid they’re gonna kill him.”
Martha was a sweet lady. She and Dusty had been married for nearly twenty years and were very happy despite a string of bad luck that would have destroyed most marriages. I was torn between my family and duty, as usual.
“But I’m in the middle of Colorado.”
“I know, I told her you were on vacation.”
“Oh, God. Poor Martha. She and Dusty have the worst luck of any people I know. Do you have a number for the FBI agent in charge?”
“Yes.”
Jodie gave me the number and then put me through to Paula.
“Have you talked to the FBI,” I asked her.
“Yes, they’re not in a hurry to storm the place. I guess they figure he has no way to escape so they can afford to just wait it out.”
“That’s good. I wonder why he hasn’t surrendered already. Dusty’s not exactly the violent type.”
“He’s probably afraid they’ll kill him if he shows his face.”
“With his luck, they probably would.”
“What do you mean, ‘his luck?” Paula asked.
“Dusty’s mother died in childbirth. His father deserted him at age three. His grandfather and grandmother raised him on the Double T Ranch. Jodie and I call it the Double Trouble ranch. When Dusty was eleven he was riding his pony out in the pasture when a storm came up suddenly. He took cover under a big tree and was nearly killed when the tree was hit by lightning. At twenty-five he married the woman of his dreams who promptly spent his life’s savings on clothes, cosmetics, and a boob job. Unfortunately, she didn’t hang around long enough for him to enjoy her new boobs and before she divorced him she had managed to max-out a half dozen credit cards to the tune of $50,000.”
“Jesus, he is unlucky.”
“Oh, that’s just his early history of bad fortune. Just since I’ve known him his house has been blown away by a tornado, the IRS has seized most of his ranch, he broke his leg falling off a tractor, he had a heart attack, and now he’s about to be arrested for murder.”
“Oh, my God. What are you going to do?” Paula asked.
“I don’t know. I doubt I could get there before morning. By then it will probably be too late.”
“Wait, there’s a special bulletin coming on the TV. . . . Oh, my God!”
“What is it?”
“The IRS agent just died.”
“Shit! . . . Okay, I’m on my way.”
I hung up the phone and gave Rebekah a disappointed look. “I guess you heard.”
“Dusty Thomas killed an IRS agent?”
“Right.”
“They ought to pin a medal on him,” Rebekah said with a grin.
I smiled. “I doubt the FBI will see it that way.”
“So, why do you have to go back? Can’t Paula handle it?”
“Ordinarily she could, but Dusty doesn’t trust too many people. He doesn’t know her. His wife thinks I’m the only one that might be able to talk him into surrendering. I’d feel pretty bad if he were killed and I hadn’t at least tried to help him.”
Rebekah sighed. “Okay, we’ll pack up the van and hit the road.”
“Actually, I have a better idea. Maybe the FBI will come get me. You guys can continue the vacation without me. Once Dusty is safe, I’ll come back.”
“Yeah, good idea,” Reggi said. “I don’t want to go home yet. We just got here.”
“That’s right,” I said. “There’s no use all of us going back.”
“All right,” Rebekah said. “Call them and see if they’ll do it.”
I explained the situation to the FBI agent in charge in Princeton, Texas where Dusty had his ranch. He agreed to send a helicopter to come get me. About two hours later, I climbed aboard the big black FBI chopper that had set down in the spacious RV parking lot adjacent to our resort. After I buckled up and put on my headset, I waved to Rebekah and the kids and we were off. It was a beautiful ride over the Rocky Mountains, across the Texas panhandle, and then along the Texas-Oklahoma border. The pilot put on some classical music along the way to drown out the hum of the engine. It would have been an incredible ride under normal circumstances, but knowing Dusty might be shot at any moment had me on edge. What was I going to say to him? Did he really kill the IRS agent? It didn’t sound like Dusty. But if a man is pushed too far, there’s no telling what he might do.
When we got to the Red River it was nearly dark. The pilot followed the river awhile until we got to Gainesville where he turned southeast. Soon we were over U.S. 75 just north of McKinney, Texas. Princeton was just a few minutes away and I was beginning to get nervous. What if Dusty was on drugs or something? What if he wasn’t happy to see me? Would he kill me? I didn’t think so, but with a dozen FBI agents and hundreds of other law enforcement officers surrounding him, who knows what he would do. The thought occurred to me that I might even become his hostage.
As we approached Dusty’s ranch I saw several banks of floodlights which had been set up on the edge of the driveway to illuminate the crime scene. The Double T Ranch once had over 1,000 acres but the IRS had seized all but the 200 acres Dusty had claimed as his rural homestead. The IRS could have taken the homestead portion too, but had a policy not to seize a homestead until the taxpayer died. The main house was about half a mile from the farm to market road that ran on the southern border of the ranch. It was a modest, 1,800 square foot house in desperate need of repairs. The old house occupied by the previous owners was on the left side of the driveway at the front of the lot. Dusty used it for parties and special occasions. The land itself was flat and planted with a hybrid Bermuda grass specially formulated for grazing cattle. Unfortunately the Service had seized most of Dusty’s cattle. The barn where Dusty was held up was on the northwest corner of the ranch and was used to keep the horses that Dusty and his wife loved to ride.
As the chopper set down, two agents came over to greet us. One of the agents helped me out of the helicopter and introduced himself.
“I’m Agent Ronald Logan and this is Agent Maureen Cox,” he shouted over the noise of the chopper. I forced a smile and shook their hands. As we stepped away from the chopper, it took off and we were able to talk in a normal tone of voice.
“So what’s the situation?” I asked.
“He’s been in there since early this morning. The sheriff got a phone call from a wrecker driver who found a white, middle-aged male body lying in the driveway. He had been shot and was already dead when the body was discovered. It turns out he was a revenue officer from the Sherman office of the Internal Revenue Service who was there to seize a tractor. The wrecker driver was supposed to meet him there.”
“Jesus. They just couldn’t leave him alone,” I said.
“What do you mean?” Logan asked.
“The IRS has been after Dusty for ten years. They just won’t lay off. They say he owes a quarter million dollars, but I personally think it’s bullshit.”
“Well, bullshit or not it didn’t give him the right to kill anyone.”
“True. Did anyone actually see him kill the Revenue Officer?”
“No, but Thomas was standing over the body with a shotgun when the wrecker driver pulled up. When he saw the driver he ran. The driver called his dispatcher and reported the murder. When the sheriff’s deputies arrived, the driver pointed them in the direction he had gone and they caught up with him a few minutes later. They told him to stop, but he kept on running until he got to the barn. He went inside and took up a position in the loft. When the deputies got too close he fired a warning shot, so they’ve been holding back. There’s no point in endangering the lives of any of our agents or the sheriff’s deputies. Thomas isn’t going anywhere.”
I shook my head, still not believing what Logan was telling me. “This is so unlike Dusty. He’s the nicest, laid-back country boy you’ll ever meet. I’ve really grown fond of him these past few years.”
“I hope the feeling is mutual for your sake. I don’t know if I’d go in there if it were me.”
“I’m not worried. He wouldn’t hurt me. Right now I’m the only hope he has.”
“So, how do you want to play it?” Logan asked.
“Can you communicate with him?”
“He doesn’t have a phone. The bullhorn is the only way to talk to him and it’s strictly one way,” Logan said and then handed me a walkie talkie. “Take this in with you so we can talk once you make contact.”
“Fine, just let him know I’m coming in so he won’t shoot me.”
“Okay,” Logan said, and motioned to a sheriff’s deputy to bring him the bullhorn. With the bullhorn in hand, Logan moved as close to the barn as he dared. He lifted up the bullhorn and said, “Mr. Thomas. Your attorney, Stan Turner, is hear to talk to you. He’s unarmed and he’ll be coming inside in just a minute.”
Everyone looked at me as I mentally prepared myself to enter the barn. I took a deep breath and started walking toward it. Agent Logan grabbed my arm and whispered, “Do you want a vest?”
I looked at Logan and wondered if that would be wise. My gut feeling told me it might spook Dusty. He might think I didn’t trust him. “No, I guess not,” I said and continued walking. As I stepped inside I scanned the interior looking for Dusty. “Dusty? Where are you?”


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Agatha Winner, Dan Hale's Review
In William Manchee's latest Stan Turner Mystery, things are never quite what they seem. His hero, Stan Turner, would do well to keep in mind Sun Tzu's words: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Manchee's intimate knowledge of the law shows through every page. Daniel J. Hale, Agatha Winner and co-author of Red Card, A Zeke Armstrong Mystery.



Mystery Historian Carl Brookin's Review
Manchee serves up a fast, punchy, legal thriller with plenty of twists and an international flavor." Carl Brookins, Mystery Historian, author of Inner Passages and A Superior Mystery


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Reader Reviews for "Deadly Distractions, A Stan Turner Mystery Vol V"

Reviewed by m j hollingshead 6/5/2004
Writer Manchee’s legal thriller brings us in contact again with Stan Turner, one of my favorites of Manchee’s characters. Watching the amicable, at times bumbling Stan trying to balance family with work against a woman determined toward more than a casual relationship brings more than one smile to the lips of any reader who may have found themselves in any part of the particular scenario.

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